Diamonds through haze

This morning the fog over the Hudson River was so thick I could see only light images of the Manhattan skyline through the haze. When the sun broke through the clouds, it was like nothing I'd ever seen outside of film or photos. It cast its light on the milky white below. The image was like diamonds on the water. All this gray-white and one concentrated patch of shimmering diamonds.

It set the tone for a day that was illuminating on so many levels. I learned what happens when you ask of a higher power, "Show me your face." I gloriously traded stories on the trials and tribulations of character development and plot with a fellow author. I felt the profound sadness of what is inevitable when love is overshadowed by mistrust.

Deep breath. Sigh.